Guinevere
Guinevere of the royal court of ArthurDraped in white velvet, silk and laceThe rustle of her gown on the marble staircaseSparkles on fingers, slender and paleThe jester he sleeps but the raven he peepsThrough the dark foreboding skiesOf the royal domain
Maroon-coloured wine from the vineyards of CharlemagneIs sipped by the queen's lips and so gentlyIndigo eyes in the flickering candlelightSuch is the silence o'er royal CamelotThe jester he sleeps but the raven he peepsThrough the dark foreboding skiesOf the royal domain
Guinevere of the royal court of ArthurDraped in white velvet, silk and laceThe rustle of her gown on the marble staircaseSparkles on her fingers both slender and paleThe jester he sleeps but the raven he peepsThrough the dark foreboding skiesOf the royal domain